the dying ... - a story I live as I type. (peom-story)

[BWS-1]

To you, my only, and still struggling, friend.

I see you, you are watching me, came out of no where just to be with me, we are so different yet, I can understand you,
understand what you are going trough. You are dying my friend, you fell from the sky, and you have no more the strengh to stay alive.

Please! don't fear me! I mean you no harm! Don't waste the little energy that is left in your soul to run away from me, I would prefer to see you dying in your sleep then dying after being exausted from an attempt to escape me when I never wanted you to see me as your enemy.

I see you are suffering, we've knowned each other for so little time, yet I feel we've been together for a life time. I can see in your eyes, the fear of death. No one can escape death, and no matter how we want to be prepared for it, I feel that now, what you see is nothing but darkness, black, you are blind that is why you now run clumsily on your knees, you are afraid and not understanding what is happening to you. But you know, you know you are about to die, and that's why, for the first time and the last time in your existance, you are the pray, you are the one that feels like the fly stuck in the web about to be eaten by the spider.

Do not be ashamed, don't try to hide from me, I won't kill you, beleive me, if I could, I'd save you. But I can't, I offered you the best medecines I know but those medecines weren't strong enough for you. You can't even stand on your legs now, your body is slowly dying, but I see you are strong, still willing to go on, but face it, you are gonna die now.

Even though your body is almost dead, you are fighting, against who? against what? I feel I am the one you want to fight, the one you want to run away from. I know it, because there's only the two of us in here, you just can't be running away from anyone but me.

You are now lying there on the ground, you are barely moving your feet, you're falling asleep, for the first time, for the last time. Plz my friend, let us not spoil this moment, for it is our last together ...

It's hard for me too you know? Seeing you suffer, seeing you die, seeing you struggle, seeing you cry ... I know you are, deep inside of you, god what I would give to be able to make you understand, to communicate with you.

We are so different, yet I know why you desided to die at my side, it's because you knew, that I'd understand. There, that's ok, rest now, you deserve it, just let go, and free yourself, you have no more reasons to cry now, no more reasons to be sad, you are asleep, unconscious. For the first time, and the last time, you are struggleling no more, for the first time, I see you smile, and that, was for the last time ... Farewell my friend, take care.


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-the dying spider-

yup, I'm THAT lonely at work. I actually cried as I was typing this and when I was talking to my friend the spider. It was the only other living thing out there, and it died under my eyes, and I couldn't do anything but witness it's death ... I must be crazy

I want to sleep

[Doot]

I love spiders. Poor thing. I welcome them, they eat the other creepy crawlies.

[Sperrit]

Beautiful, simply beautiful. I'm sure that the spider would have loved it.
And, yes, sleep is good.

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